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Monday, May 17, 2004
You think you know, but you have no idea. This is the diary of a bartender.
May 15th, 2004
So I get into work, and it's already fairly busy, what with graduation and all. There was party all set up, and lots of decorations, and a band setting up. Now, you all know how I love the bands when they play. What made this even more exciting was the fact that I found out they were playing the day before.
While the band was setting up, in comes the other graduation party. And by that I mean, in came the hippies (nothing personal chauncy. you i like). And then we got busy.
How busy you might have asked yourself? I'm guessing that at our busiest, we were looking at 120-150 people at once. All night long. We went through 5 bags of recycling (no injuries to report), and something close to 26 cases of beer, 5 barrels and an unknown amount of booze (though I opened 4 bottles of Captain Morgan's myself). Fucking insane.
How insane you might have asked yourself? Deni was supposed to be done at nine and Cheryl and I were going to have to handle it. But she stayed to close and then helped clean up. (so give her a hug, she will still probably need it). I broke up a fist fight that resulted in the door of the popcorn machine getting broken and Cheryl getting punched in the face. And then... then I went into the men's room and someone had decided to decorate with feces on the men's room wall. And that's the future of America.
I weep for the future.
In more fun news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! We got together for her 60th, and had fun. Highlights? A few. Playing freeze tag was enjoyable. And if you think grandmothers have an overwhelming desire to protect their grandchildren, you might be wrong. While playing tag, my mom was running hand in hand with the youngest grandchild. That is until the other grandchild came running after her to tag her. It was like a mother in wild cutting the young from the herd in order to save herself. Needless to say, Emma was eventually tagged.
Craig @ 9:25 AM
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